She always ran through the forest

Ran like the wind through the trees

Listening to birds' eerie chorus

She fell several times and scraped her knees

But she always ran now, never walked

She was not afraid of the dark and didn't shudder

When she heard tales of Frankenstein

A quiet child who seldom talked

A quiet child whose head screamed with colors

She had the power of the fearless youth

Something her stepsister didn't have

Something she didn't know she'd lose

One day when she met the world's wrath

For she was still too young to understand

Why her mama hit her stepsister

Young so she wasn't afraid of the dark and ran

And believed she had unicorn dust and glitter

For children are still not afraid

For children still don't know

That the world was filled with blades

Some to fling and some to throw

At others or at their owner's chest

That the world was cruel and heartless

And there was more about money than treasure chests

She loved her stepsister like a sister

And she did not understand

Why her mama hit her stepsister

But one day she'd understand

One day

When she met the world.